you know what? catch me now.

I'll give you five seconds to guess where that line came from and if you get it, well, you're a winner. Haha. Okay, clues:

Three words

First word starts with an O

Second word starts with a T

Third word starts with an H and ends with an L

My husband is in this show *wink*

And I'm addicted to this series.

You'd be a loser if you haven't guessed it. Hehe. Kidding. Obviously, it's from One Tree Hill, and actually it really is driving me crazy. So this is what happens to bored princesses, huh? I've spent almost all day surfing OTH sites and watching OTH dvds and surprisingly, I don't get tired! I've seen the episodes a hundred times during the Christmas break and a thousand times during the weekends but I still feel all kilig inside everytime I watch them. Am I really going nuts?! Oh, please somebody help me. And now I feel worse because Nica is currently watching Episode 9 of Season 3, which by the way is the episode I've been wanting to watch because -- well I don't want to spoil it for everyone else, so let's just say good things will happen in that episode. Now see, I know what will happen even though I haven't seen it yet since I've been "researching" about it for weeks already but there's still this something inside me that NEEDS to watch the episode. SHEESH. Am I even making any sense?! I am so confused right now. And though it's not about some emotional or teenage-angst sort of thing, it's still as complicated. Man. I need Limewire. I want Limewire. That's my portal to Season 3. Santa, can you give me my gift as early as now? =)

Okay so before I go completely berserk I will try to stop for awhile. Change topic.

What is happening to our country? PGMA suddenly declares state of emergency (Proclamation No. 1017).This is BIG NEWS. And honestly I don't know what to say about it except, "Whoa." I'm watching the news patrol and it seems like history is repeating itself. Rallyists are being arrested, people are running around Edsa Santolan and I'm just so shocked that this is happening NOW. I mean, with the exchange rate and good events (Pacquiao and Villoria victory), I thought everything was going to be okay. Deep inside me, there's this really small ray of hope that things are going to get better for us Filipinos -- then this happens. What is wrong with us? It saddens me that peace and unity seems lightyears away from our nation. And I'm mad because I feel so helpless. As a student, all I can do for my country is just believe that it will redeem itself in the future. But with all these happening, do you honestly think there's still something to believe in? I can't stand watching this anymore, but I have to because this is history. Our history. Sigh. Let's just all pray for peace and enlightenment.

As I'm typing this, I'm wearing my crown. "So what?" I hear you say. These past few days weeks, I've not been much of a princess lately. I've let some people down and I hate to think that my resolution of being a good-and-lovable-princess-slash-Haley-tutor-girl in real life is falling apart. But I had to be strong. And by strong I don't mean fighting back or playing dirty. It's by being humble and apologizing for your mistakes. It's admitting what you did wrong and trying to not do them again. So yes, I was able to say sorry to the people I've hurt. And now I'm produ to say that I deserve to wear my crown again. Welcome back, Princess Haley.

AWW. What the world needs now,love, sweet love.

"No, no it's not ok. I'm not ok... When I fell to the floor tonight, I was so scared. I was so terrified. Then I saw you.. I promised myself that if I could just get up, and walk over to you, and tell you how much I need you, how much I want you, then nothing else matters."-- Nathan to Haley in "With Arms Outstretched"

you know what? catch me now.

I'll give you five seconds to guess where that line came from and if you get it, well, you're a winner. Haha. Okay, clues:

Three words

First word starts with an O

Second word starts with a T

Third word starts with an H and ends with an L

My husband is in this show *wink*

And I'm addicted to this series.

You'd be a loser if you haven't guessed it. Hehe. Kidding. Obviously, it's from One Tree Hill, and actually it really is driving me crazy. So this is what happens to bored princesses, huh? I've spent almost all day surfing OTH sites and watching OTH dvds and surprisingly, I don't get tired! I've seen the episodes a hundred times during the Christmas break and a thousand times during the weekends but I still feel all kilig inside everytime I watch them. Am I really going nuts?! Oh, please somebody help me. And now I feel worse because Nica is currently watching Episode 9 of Season 3, which by the way is the episode I've been wanting to watch because -- well I don't want to spoil it for everyone else, so let's just say good things will happen in that episode. Now see, I know what will happen even though I haven't seen it yet since I've been "researching" about it for weeks already but there's still this something inside me that NEEDS to watch the episode. SHEESH. Am I even making any sense?! I am so confused right now. And though it's not about some emotional or teenage-angst sort of thing, it's still as complicated. Man. I need Limewire. I want Limewire. That's my portal to Season 3. Santa, can you give me my gift as early as now? =)

Okay so before I go completely berserk I will try to stop for awhile. Change topic.

What is happening to our country? PGMA suddenly declares state of emergency (Proclamation No. 1017).This is BIG NEWS. And honestly I don't know what to say about it except, "Whoa." I'm watching the news patrol and it seems like history is repeating itself. Rallyists are being arrested, people are running around Edsa Santolan and I'm just so shocked that this is happening NOW. I mean, with the exchange rate and good events (Pacquiao and Villoria victory), I thought everything was going to be okay. Deep inside me, there's this really small ray of hope that things are going to get better for us Filipinos -- then this happens. What is wrong with us? It saddens me that peace and unity seems lightyears away from our nation. And I'm mad because I feel so helpless. As a student, all I can do for my country is just believe that it will redeem itself in the future. But with all these happening, do you honestly think there's still something to believe in? I can't stand watching this anymore, but I have to because this is history. Our history. Sigh. Let's just all pray for peace and enlightenment.

As I'm typing this, I'm wearing my crown. "So what?" I hear you say. These past few days weeks, I've not been much of a princess lately. I've let some people down and I hate to think that my resolution of being a good-and-lovable-princess-slash-Haley-tutor-girl in real life is falling apart. But I had to be strong. And by strong I don't mean fighting back or playing dirty. It's by being humble and apologizing for your mistakes. It's admitting what you did wrong and trying to not do them again. So yes, I was able to say sorry to the people I've hurt. And now I'm produ to say that I deserve to wear my crown again. Welcome back, Princess Haley.

AWW. What the world needs now,love, sweet love.

"No, no it's not ok. I'm not ok... When I fell to the floor tonight, I was so scared. I was so terrified. Then I saw you.. I promised myself that if I could just get up, and walk over to you, and tell you how much I need you, how much I want you, then nothing else matters."-- Nathan to Haley in "With Arms Outstretched"

She's a modern lover; it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

Hello, I'm Karla Bernardo. If you Google my name, you will find the Wikipedia entry of a Canadian serial-killer (and trust me, you do not want
to read about that - but I'm sure you will because now you're curious), which is why I suggest you type Bombastarr instead so you can stalk me better.

I am twenty-four years old, but nobody believes me when I tell them that. I am completely in love with the University of the Philippines, where I graduated with a degree in Creative Writing, and where I am currently a law student. It is also where I learned how to speak a bit of Italian, got a taste of the best tapsilog, and took striptease for PE.

Ask, and you shall be answered

Got a comment, question, violent reaction, love letter, or random piece of information you want to share with me? Just fire away. I don't bite.

(I changed my form and went back to Freedback because Ask.fm's being a bitch, requiring people to sign up for accounts before asking questions. Because I love you guys, I tweaked my ask box a bit, so that the questions will now go directly to my e-mail, but I'll be posting the answers still on my Ask.fm for convenience. TL;DR - I'll still be getting your questions so no worries. You're still free to harass me / send me your love.)

Most Frequently Asked Question

Are you a pornstar?No, I am not a pornstar, stripper, or your friendly neighborhood call girl. It's just a fancy pseudonym with a long history, and two R's. Rawr.

Bombastarr.com

Bombastarr is my personal blog and my little corner in the Internet since 2005. Yes, I started writing here when I was 13 years old (aka when I was very angsty, hormonal, and always gushing at the littlest things) -- ergo, you'd have to forgive me if you come across an old post that reeks of immaturity and slightly unpolished grammar. I did a lot of growing up here, and from the looks of it, there's still a lot of growing up to do, so I don't think I'll be leaving this place any time soon.

The domain, Bombastarr.com, was purchased on June 2014 and
launched on July 2014, on the blog's ninth year (and fifth month, to be exact).

It's crazy to think that this blog is now eleven years old, because (1) that seems like an eternity in internet years, and (2) that means if my blog were a kid, it's a fifth grader! That's insane.

Here's to more tales, explosive and otherwise.

So, why Bombastarr?

If you've been living under a rock and think I'm a threat to world peace or an object of covetousness, sorry to disappoint you, folks: it's just a fancy pseudonym.

As in most things, it started in high school. It began as a joke between me and a couple of friends during our freshman year. We were practicing for a field demonstration dance which involved the use of shawls, and being the crazy-always-trying-to-be-funny person that I was (or I always attempted to be) I started doing poses with the garment. Someone started taking my picture using my phone, and one shot looked like I was posing for those B-list movies (or should it be R-list, as in R-rated?) of the vegetable-nomenclature variety. #IKYWIM. Hence, the word, "Bombastarr." Yes, very cheeky, I know, but for a 13-year-old, it was quirky enough to figure as a username. That was 2005, right around the time I trying to decide on a URL for a new blog. It's been a lot of years since, and what started as a joke became something I've eventually embraced as an identity.

Despite the many other chances I've gotten to permanently move (to Multiply, Livejournal, Tumblr, Wordpress; to a bigger platform where I can earn or use the blog as a venue for commerce), I've come to realize that Bombastarr is something I can never truly leave behind. It is a place I've grown to appreciate and love because it is a place I can call my own. It's a venue for my rants, my views, my writing. It is home, and it is who I am.

Bombastarr is a glimpse of my life: the thoughts, ideas, and stories that shape it into what it is, and what it will still become. This journal has been with me for all my crazy, often embarrassing adventures, but I'm sure there will be more anecdotes and feelings and people to write about. Which is something I'm really looking forward to. After all, you know what they say about the greatest stories - sometimes, there's still a lot that's left unwritten.